Calliope’s Gift

Cast adrift to timeless space,
Calliope’s fervent gift –
This is our night of endless grace,
As the heavens groan and shift.

Her sentence is my language,
Beyond the tongue of man,
No soul is left to languish
As I plot the masterplan.

And time itself is Master
Of all this prophecy,
Like carved Egyptian alabaster –
A relic or a legacy?

But uncovered I shall be,
By the night and day of Sun,
Dear Calliope, we shall see
Who was the chosen One.

Copyright Kosmogonic 2018

4 thoughts on “Calliope’s Gift

  1. Wow! A snatch of Workshop conversation- a lover’s tiff with your own art or a ‘bad’ workman quarreling with his tools? Unless we transcend the ‘tools’ how do we break through to the experience from which all expression and sharing derives? U r growing on me. Love, love.

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